"Go to Wan Yu Sword Sect!" Seeing Ye Shaohan leaving, Qing Jue and others secretly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. Now, when they faced Ye Shaohan, they all couldn't help but feel a pressure.
Ye Shaohan, who has gone through hundreds of battles without a single defeat, has become more terrifying. At least compared to a month ago, Ye Shaohan has been completely transformed.
"I don't know if I can win if I meet Godai, but from the bottom of my heart I don't want to face Godai's sword. His sword is very special and I can't understand it!" Qing Jue stepped forward, his body like a rainbow, and he fired.
And out.
For a moment, dozens of sword lights arose on Tianyu Peak, following the afterimage.
Wan Yu Sword Sect, which has been silent for several years, has become lively in vain. The day before yesterday, Wan Yu Sword Sect received the sword order from the three major halls and participated in Zongbi's sword order.
And this sudden excitement was precisely because of the arrival of the Moon Temple envoy, and the banquet that had not been held for several years was also laid out.
Towards the envoys of the Moon Temple, the Wan Yu Sword Sect showed proper etiquette, which also made the disciples of the Moon Temple feel proud.
Only the disciples of the three major halls can be entertained by the master of one sect in person. Therefore, Wan Yu Peak today is destined to be extremely lively. Those disciples of Wan Yu Sword Sect who have been in seclusion for a long time have come out one after another.
In the largest square of Wan Yu Peak, there are hundreds of wine tables, and densely packed people are surrounding the wine tables, among whom are Ye Shaolan, Ning Binning and others.
With their charming smiles, Ning Binning and Ye Shaolan have become a beautiful scenery on Wanyu Peak.
Countless fiery gazes fell on those two beautiful figures. As disciples of the Moon Temple, they were undoubtedly the beauties of heaven.
As the beauties of heaven, Ning Binning and Ye Shaolan could only be seen from a distance to the disciples of Wan Yu Sword Sect.
Aware of the omnipresent gazes around her, Ye Shaolan raised her eyebrows, then relaxed them, lowering her head and not knowing what she was thinking.
Sitting next to Ning Binning are several disciples of the Moon Temple, and the senior brother An Ye mentioned by Ning Binning is also among them. An Ye is an elite disciple of the Moon Temple and has cultivated in the Lingzong realm.
With his outstanding appearance and superior talent, An Ye is favored by many female disciples in the Moon Temple.
However, An Ye had always focused his energy on cultivation and never paid attention to the affair, until he met Ye Shaolan and he fell.
An Ye didn't believe in love at first sight before, but the moment he saw Ye Shaolan, he firmly believed it.
It was precisely because of this that he chose this boring task and came with Ye Shaolan and others to deliver the sword order.
The moment he caught a glimpse of Ye Shaolan's frown, An Ye stood up and moved a little closer to Ye Shaolan, using his tall and straight posture to block those fiery gazes.
Seeing this, Ning Binning chuckled: "Giggles, Senior Brother An Ye is still careful!"
As soon as these words came out, several Moon Temple disciples followed suit and blocked many eyes for Ning Bingning.
Ye Shaolan raised his head, glanced at An Ye, and then lowered his head again without saying anything, but just this glance made An Ye feel his heart beat faster.
"Sister Shaolan, I think Senior Brother An Ye has been completely defeated. Hehe, your Ye family will add another Lingzong realm expert in the near future!" After saying this, Ning Binning couldn't help but tease Ye Shaolan.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan rolled his eyes at Ning Bingning angrily. This look was so touching that at least An Ye and several Moon Temple disciples were immersed in it.
"Shaolan, how is the development of your Ye family recently? If you encounter difficulties, just come to us!" In just a moment, An Ye reacted from that look and chuckled: "Luoyu Country, I heard that Junior Sister Ning Binning said that the scenery there is good.
, I’ve been wanting to go and see it for a long time!”
Hearing this, Ning Binning also rolled her eyes at An Ye and chuckled: "Didn't Senior Brother An Ye say last time that the Falling Rain Country is just a small country on the border and there is nothing to see?"
Ning Binning did not give An Ye face. Hearing this, the smile on An Ye's lips froze in vain, and she said with a helpless smile: "At this time and that time, there must be something unique about the place where Shaolan lives!"
In response to the two people's words, Ye Shaolan just smiled faintly and sat quietly aside.
"However, Sister Shaolan, I really miss your brother, the head of the house, hehe, I wonder how he is doing now!" Thinking of Ye Shaohan, Ning Binning still had the shock in her heart.
Seeing Ning Binning mentioning Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaolan's calm eyes also showed a trace of longing, and said softly: "I miss him too, but I don't know how he is doing now."
"It's still the same life as before!" Thinking of Ye Shaohan's crazy training, Ye Shaolan felt helpless. That kid would not waste even a little time.
A thoughtful look flashed in An Ye's eyes. Through these months of contact, he knew that Shaolan's brother held a heavy weight in her heart.
"As long as I can get her brother's approval, then Shaolan won't reject me!" An Ye thought that at this moment, he even had the urge to rush to the Falling Rain Country.
"With several Xuan-level sword skills and several Spirit Emperor-level swords, his brother should like it!" An Ye was prepared for a rainy day. In order to please Ye Shaohan, he had been preparing for a long time.
"Oh, it's true that those old men promised to welcome us. They were so enthusiastic at first, but now they just throw them aside." Ning Bingning's beautiful eyes turned and she glanced forward.
The leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect and several elders sat quietly on the stone chairs. After saying a few words at the beginning, they closed their eyes and meditated without saying a word.
Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, is a white-haired middle-aged man who is over a hundred years old and has no life left in his body, just like a rock.
"I have already felt a sword intent, an amazing sword intent!" Jian Yu suddenly said with his eyes tightly closed.
As soon as these words came out, several elders also opened their eyes and glanced down the mountain with great tacit understanding. Indeed, it was an astonishing sword intent.
"He's coming, I'm kind of looking forward to it! More than two hundred battles, not a single defeat, what kind of sword intent is this!" Jian Yu chuckled, and his mood, which had been calm for many years, also stirred up.
"Strong sword intent, I'm also looking forward to it! I'm looking forward to that sword!" An old man chuckled, his right hand trembling slightly, and a faint sword chant resounded.
"Are you ready for your sword skills?" Jian Yu still closed his eyes, and the cold air froze the wine in the cup.
"Several earth-level sword skills, dozens of mystical-level sword skills!" The old man who chuckled before said softly, "But they can't compare to the sword skills in that man's hands. What a strange person!"
"It seems that the disciples of the Moon Temple are somewhat dissatisfied with the sect's hospitality!" Catching a glimpse of Ning Binning's eyes, the old man chuckled.
"They are just elite disciples. If they are true disciples, they will naturally be treated differently." Jian Yu said lightly, the sword intention filled his heart, waiting for the moment to explode.
Suddenly, Jian Yu raised his head and looked at the endless void, where snowflakes were floating in vain.
There is an air shield above the square. This air shield can block the snowflakes. However, at this time, the falling snowflakes pass through the air shield silently and scatter on the drinks, wine tables, and people.
Snowflakes fluttered across his cheeks, and Jian Yu whispered: "He's coming!"
Gentle snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, and the smile on Ning Bingning's lips froze. She raised her head, looked into the void in confusion, and murmured softly: "Why is it snowing suddenly?"
With her beautiful eyes turning, Ye Shaolan glanced around. At some point, the lively square fell silent, like a deathly silence. The disciples of the Wan Yu Sword Sect who were talking and laughing stopped one after another and moved away the wine tables.
There were only a few wine tables left in the huge square. At the same time, Wan Yu Sword Sect disciples came out one after another with swords in hand, retreated to the side, and waited quietly.
Seeing this, Ning Binning, An Ye and others secretly became vigilant as to what the Wan Yu Sword Sect was going to do.
"What a weird atmosphere!" Ning Binning could feel several astonishing sword intentions filling the air, which were the sword intentions of Jian Yu and others.
"Even the sword is a little commotion!" The sword in his hand vibrated slightly. If Ye Shaolan hadn't held it down, the sword might have been unsheathed at this moment.
Not only Ye Shaolan's sword is like this, but other people's swords are like this too. The snow is falling harder and harder, and the ground has been covered with a layer of light gauze.
"You are younger than you thought, and your sword intent is even more terrifying!" Jian Yu said, his eyes falling on the mountain road.
As Jian Yu's eyes changed, everyone also looked towards the end of the mountain road, including Ye Shaolan and others. The winding mountain road was covered with white gauze, and snowflakes fell on the end of the mountain road with the wind.
For a moment, the whole place was as silent as death, and a few moments later, the whole place was still as silent as ever.
"What happened?" Ning Binning muttered, but just as Ning Binning spoke out, several terrifying sword intents passed over her body.
Bang bang! Ning Binning took a few steps back, her face extremely pale. Just one word caused the sword intent in the void to rebound. An Ye's eyes became sharp, he stood up, stood in front of Ye Shaolan and Ning Binning, and blocked the pressure.
, said coldly: "May I ask Master Jianyu, what does this mean?" It's better that An Ye didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, several sword intentions rushed towards An Ye. This was the sword intention of Jian Yu and others.
Bang bang! An Ye was just like Ning Bingning before, taking a few steps back, and even a trace of scarlet emerged from the corner of his mouth.
Just those few sword intents before were enough to kill An Ye. In response, An Ye's eyes became colder and colder. This Wan Yu Sword Sect actually dared to hurt the disciples of the Moon Temple.
Seeing An Ye's expression, Jian Yu sighed silently. At this moment, their sword intent had been provoked by that person, and they could not restrain their sword intent. If they did, they would definitely be repulsed by that man's sword intent.
"Can these boys from the Moon Temple calm down?" Jian Yu's eyes also became sharp, and he glared directly at An Ye, then turned his gaze slightly and landed at the end of the mountain road again.
Sensing the warning in Jian Yu's eyes, Ning Binning became more and more confused as to what she and others had done wrong.
The wind is still there, the snow is still there, and at the end of the mountain road, several figures emerge, led by a thin figure, dressed in white like snow, blending into the world!